High There

On January 1st, my home state of Colorado started selling legal recreational marijuana.

You know what that means, right?

TIME TO GET BAKED!

Ahem.

Say, you think this cake comes with a side of brownies? [eyebrow waggle]

I live in a college town, so I'm used to the occasional whiff of weed here and there. Still, you can imagine how it is now. Not to worry, though; I have an extremely strong constitution. Yep, stone-cold-sober Sharyn, that's what they call me! Heh. Aheh. Heh.

[long pause]

Man, I could really go for some nachos right now.

Weird. I don't even like refried beans.

Anyway, like I said, there's no chance of me being affected...

Hey, there's leftover spaghetti and biscotti! Brilliant!

It never even occurred to me to combine these before!
I think I'll call it "Bisghetti." No, "Spaghotti!"

Anyway, definitely getting a patent on this.

Wait. Waitwaitwait.
Wait.
(wait)
I don't want to scare you guys, but I think we're being watched.

[staring intently at the salt shaker]

(40 minutes later)

Hey, have you seen this picture of my brother's levitating cat?

I didn't even know c@s could DO th@!

=^..^= (The kids call that "texting.")

Well, I'm feeling a bit sleepy. So. You know...

Cha. Righteous.

Thanks to Anony M., Lisa H., Debra B., Rachael D., Jill A., Kelly B., & MJ. I'd say more, but I really need a snack...